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This morning was special. I was still rubbing sleep from my eyes at 7.30am when she settled herself opposite me flashing a beautiful smile with sparkling deep dark brown eyes. "Yeh I feel like an extra hour in bed too" she said with a laugh. But she didn't look like she needed any sleep! I just smiled a silly little smile and said something entirely stupid and all tongue tied. There followed an eery nervous expectant silence when our eyes never quite settled on each other but at the same time we were only really aware of each other and nothing/nobody else. But it seemed to stop there for a moment as I quickly resigned myself to having been thwarted by my own feeble shyness. The glances across were lkess frequent, but still happening. She then rummaged around for a small bag and proceeded to apply her make up, something that I find strangely alluring and erotic. I coulnd't help looking at her for longer spells, almost staring at her, as she went through a well practiced slick routine. She caught my eye, smiled and gave a little laugh, "Sorry, I'm always in such a rush - not putting you off am I?" Opportunity siezed, I told her, "far from it" and we than engaged in some light hearted flirting that still managed to leave her in no doubt about the effect her presence and actions were having on me, and it seemed she was enjoying the whole experience herself. As the train filled up, our conversation sort of faded to match the dull grey surroundings of the normal commute, but both of us could not resist stealing furtive glances at each other, occasionally breaking into slightly embarrassed smiles. When we reached our common destination in London I felt pumped up enough to thrust my phone number into her hand and asked her to give me a call and "maybe we could meet up for coffee?". I think she said she'd like that, but her words were sort of lost, trailing off as the crowd eased us apart and away in our separate directions. I wonder if she will? I wonder if I really want her to?
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